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Kai May 11
what peers from far above
what stares from the corner
what leers from the shadows
what watches from tree knots
what lurks from the undergrowth
Gitanjali 11
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Leave this vain chanting and singing and counting of beads:
what Entity do you seek in this lonely dark temple with all the doors shut?
Open your eyes and see: God is not here!
He is out there, where the tiller tills the hard ground and the paver breaks stones.
He is with them in sun and shower; his garments are filthy with dust.
Shed your immaculate mantle and like him embrace the dust!
Deliverance? Where is this "deliverance" to be found
when our Master himself has joyfully embraced the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all forever!
Cease your meditations, abandon your petals and incense!
What is the harm if your clothes become stained rags?
Meet him in the toil and the sweat of his brow!

Keywords/Tags: Tagore, translation, Hindi, vain, worship, entity, God, temple, chanting, singing, counting, beads, petals, incense, meditations, tiller, paver, dust, rags, sweat, toil
There is an entity
Roaming around the house
Quiet as a mouse
He runs around
Growing weeds out of the ground
He loves games
Always so sure he's going to win
He hates losing
No wonder, he wants me dying...
IG: @poisonous_Wreck
I hate this...
Brianna Springs Nov 2019
Death stands there watching us.
There is no escape.
Dreams are the only thing we hold onto.
It creeps on us lurching and whispering
Thoughts of pain and turmoil will occur.
He devours our souls making us empty and emotionless.
~Brianna Springs 11/1/18
Yanamari Nov 2019
I who have a hollow shaft
Who lilts with the barest surge of wind,
I... who has fallen from the
Grace of my comfort
And has nothing to lean back on... I...

I see the ink of many
Vibrant, loud and subtle
Colours that fly around
Colours that I reach out for
And write with.
And yet where
Is my ink?
Am I doomed to

And yet I
In my own essence
Gurgle, fluctuate,
Still finding my flow
Against the turbulence of
My mind fraught with
Dissociated thoughts.

And as the feather flows against
The winds
My ink is of air
And world
And nature
winter sakuras Aug 2019
A world confined to only black and white
is wasted of all the diverse, flowing shades of gray in between---
the areas that aren't so easily or willingly acknowledged;
the variety of tangled truths and in between slips of moments that paint life on an individual level---
all hidden by an outer layer of generic black and white,

whatever the color people decide to assign me---
the way I live my life;
everything that encompasses it---

it will never do me justice in representing
the entity of the person of who I am.
In response to those who tell you things like:
"You can either be this, or that; there's no in between."
"You can either be happy or depressed; there's no in between."
"You can either be grateful or unfulfilled, always needing more; there's no in between."
"You can either be successful or a total failure, embarrassment, and a waste of time and investment; there's no in between."
"You can either live or die; there's no in between."
m h John Jul 2019
Imagine a place,
Where the flowers
Gaze at you
And the sun is jealous
Of how bright
Your whole entity shines,
Where the moon
Is upset because
She knows
She could never be
As beautiful at night
As you,
Imagine a place
JE Osun Jun 2019
There are times
When I am acutely
Aware that I am really
Just bones lying in
A sack of blood upon
My bed. How easily
We forget
That we are simply
Entities possessing
The bodies of strangers
We will one day
Yanamari Apr 2019
No I don't want to speak over lunch
Or coffee
Or dinner for that matter.
These words are too much to span
One meal
To span one drink
One bite,
Too heavy to mesh with
The comfort of food.
You never asked if I wanted to just
Hang one night and discuss these things.
And that's where they all go wrong;

I don't want your pity
I want your empathy
Come back to me
When you can share my energy
I don't want to claw at my scars
Only to be looked at as if I'm still
In my infancy
I want to conserve my energy
I'm human,
We can only store so much will
And pain

Let my breath not be wasted
When the time comes,
For if I choose to speak
I speak eye to eye
Entity to entity
And if my judgement of your gaze is wrong -
In that time of supposed synergy -
Know that there is no return for your
Place with me.
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